Where's Thor when you need him?

I swear to God if I thought Little would be ok, I'd go to sleep in my folding chair.

53 more minutes to go.

Maybe we'll get some lightning. I already prayed for no football games here tonight & a close parking spot, so Jesus may be all done with me today. Might be like Aladdin - you only get 3 a day & I burned one earlier on this week's Bachelor Pad elimination. I should have been praying for these poor retarded people wearing pants & long sleeves that haven't heard that its a smooth humid 92*. I'm looking at one jackass wearing a damned sport coat right now...unless there's some goddamned magic in that Planet Smoothie cup that I am not aware of. Can't rule out magic. Or cocaine. Either way...

39 minutes...no lightning, yet. Running low on goldfish. Shit's going to go straight to unruly if we run out.

I should probably stop eating them...

Don't sit next to me. Don't sit next to me. Don't sit next to me. That's right, Swim Mom. Perch your irritating all-natural ass somewhere else. Keep it moving...away. And don't block my view of my kid doing his not-paying-attention (again) dance. Jesus.

22 minutes...nada. Looks like I'm SOL tonight. Sigh...

Longer, leaner, faster, stronger!
Ashley